Husk

The whole damn place smelled of fucking sex. My nose wrinkled in disgust, and I kicked off my boots. At least Fagua had learned to control her magic enough not to bring the place down on top of us. Or maybe my brothers weren't as good as they could be at making her orgasm. I snorted. I could outpace both of them.

Giggles sounded from the kitchen, and I debated skipping dinner and going straight to bed. Though I probably needed to pick up some earplugs to drown out their all-night fucking parties.

My wolf whined within my chest, wanting her as our mate. Stupid wolf didn't know better.

I ignored him and plodded down the hallway toward the kitchen, grumbling under my breath about horny fucking wolves and their insatiable appetites.

In the kitchen, Fagua dropped balls of chocolate-chip cookie dough onto a greased baking pan while Winter stirred a thick, spicy-smelling pasta sauce. Sky chopped the jalapeno sausage.

"Husk, you're back," Sky said, waving the knife at me. "Where have you bee